The carousel horse stands on his pole.

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The carousel horse stands on his pole. 

The carousel horse stands on his pole, waiting for his story to be told. He sits and stares and smiles and grins. Then he tells me, Where have you been? I take the kids for rides every day. Some laugh, sometimes they cry as they try for the gold ring they can never reach. What have you done, and what do you seek? When you were a kid, you sat in that tree. You had a golden ring on your finger and lost it. You can try and reach it if you dare, but you don't have anyone else who cares. That's why you're standing here.